User blog comment:Logalog Nombolo/The Treasures of Drow De/@comment-3135907-20120229214523/@comment-3135907-20130218215047

"Aye, there's gold...an' yew kin have it all!" Scrivvil pushes the dimwitted fool out of the boat and back onto the shore. "This boat's too `eavy wit' all this gold aboard, so we kin do widout you, idjit. Well, go take the gold! You asked for it!" The raft drifts off into the currently placid waters of the Great Inland Sea.